"Words On A Steamy Window"
Upon the pane, a fleeting trace, Words penned with breath, a misty embrace, Like memories etched, they softly fade, Ephemeral whispers, shadows evade. Like tendrils of smoke, they curl and rise, Vanishing whispers, lost to the skies, A tapestry of moments, woven with care, Dissolving like dreams in the morning air. Names that once echoed, now silent and still, Faces that danced, their laughter now nil, Voices that sang, now muted and gone, Yet their essence lingers, a lingering dawn. In the depths of our hearts, their stories reside, Like treasures unearthed, they gently abide, Though words on the window may fade from sight, Their echoes resound, a beacon of light. The laughter of children, a symphony sweet, The warmth of a hand, a comforting beat, The wisdom of elders, their stories untold, In the tapestry of time, their threads intertwine bold. Like whispers on wind, they gently impart, The...